I think Nora’s feeling a bit better. When I put her down for her morning nap, she looked around at her crib, smiled a little to herself, and pulled her blanket up over her face in the universal symbol for “Please just give me some SPACE, Mom. SHEESH.”
I grinned as I softly shut the door to her room, knowing that when she wakes up and I go in to pick her up, she’ll have a huge open-mouthed smile and be giggling and kicking with sheer joy that I’m back. All is right in the world.